CHAPTER 44
NOAHShe sat there in the rose-pink dress I bought her for her birthday. Her soft brown hair curled around her face. The mate necklace I gave her was on the floor in pieces. All of the beads that I handpicked were scattered on the hardwood, disappeared under the stove, thrown in the garbage.
Jax’s necklace was still around her neck, sitting perfectly in the center of her pale chest. She grazed her fingers on his mark, like she always did. It was never my mark.
I was on my knees. I didn’t know what to do. This situation had played out a hundred different ways in my nightmares, and it always ended the same.
“Ava, what can I do?” I whispered desperately.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Noah?” She pursed her lips. She was crying again, but I had done absolutely nothing to
